you are so cute i cannot

realization — [richie tozier]

A/N: i had this done yesterday but didn’t post oops. hopefully this makes up for my absence these past few days bc whoa, i got a lot more carried away with this than i should have and yet i’m probably going to end up writing a part 2 lmao. sorry? anyway pls pls tell me what you guys think and give me ideas for a continuation of this. i also ¡cannot! thank you guys enough for 300+ followers that’s insane! ily all sm!! <3

Request: A cute richie imagine with something along the lines of the prompt “you don’t choose who you love”?

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader
[IT (2017)]

Warnings: Y’all know the drill… this is Richie Trashmouth Tozier we’re talking about, so literally just some swears lol.

Word Count: 1,439


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“Fuck you, Tozier!” you cursed at him, shoving the boy back. You couldn’t even make it through an entire day of peace without this idiot ruining it for you. Like now, you were just trying to get a drink of water before fourth period, but Richie apparently didn’t think you deserved it. Creeping up from behind, he thought it was the perfect opportunity to ‘scare the shit out of you’. And he did so, causing you to choke and spit out your water.

“It would be a pleasure.” the boy snorted at your comment, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“You know that’s not what I meant, dumbass.” you laughed, brushing past him to head to class.

“Not yet!” he called after you, causing you to roll your eyes.

For as long as you could remember, you’d been a member of the Losers Club. Ever since the group originated, really. You were closest with Richie, always had been. But for around three years now, the trashmouth had begun—flirting?—with you. Of course you thought of it all as childish play, I mean, the guy’s reputation meant what it said.

You’d throw a comeback at him most of the time, but every once in a while, you found yourself flirting back. Little did you know, though, that the curly-haired, glasses-wearing dork was hopelessly in love with you.

Richie Tozier was the guy the Losers would think of last when it came to, you know, loving. Yeah, the guy hit on you, but the rest of his friends didn’t look it over twice. They were used to seeing him hit on any girl he thought was (quote the trashmouth himself) “hot damn smokin’!”

Yet, only Richie knew it was a coverup. He didn’t want you to know about his feelings. He thought it was pathetic if you did because he’d never stand a chance. Too good for him, out of his league. Richie gave up on the possibility. He had even tried getting over you, but it was useless. You don’t choose who you love. It just happens.

So, the guy gave up on that, too.

Ever since the nightmare that was the Pennywise fiasco of summer ‘89, the past year, Richie’s feelings for you only grew stronger. It wasn’t the right time for this, no, of course not. Hell, nothing about the situation gave off any romantic vibes at all, but Tozier couldn’t help it.

He’d had a strong feel of suddenly being protective over you. So when It had both you and Bill in a headlock, Richie’s boiling anger inside him pushed him to whack the demonic creature with an old baseball bat, starting the fight between the Losers and the clown. Richie just wanted to beat it dead, he had to keep you safe, even if his life was on the line. He wouldn’t hesitate.

And now here he was a year later, still afraid of telling you how he felt. The final bell of the day had rung, and Richie stood outside the school by the bike racks, waiting for you and the other Losers to meet up. With Richie’s luck, you were the first one to make it out of the building.

“Hi Rich,” you greeted, swinging your backpack off your shoulder to put your books away.

“Hey, hot stuff.” he shot you the iconic Richie Tozier smirk that everyone knew all too well.

“Can you stop? Your lame nicknames get old y’know.” you smiled, rolling your bike away from the post it was chained to. You weren’t about to admit that you actually loved his names for you. It would be embarrassment at it’s finest.

Soon enough, the rest of the Losers made their way outside. It was a nice, warm day, as the school year was coming to an end, putting a temporary wrap on the unneeded anxiety and stress that came along with it.

Not bothering to stay any longer, to avoid running into the Bowers’ gang, the eight of you headed on your way. One by one, each of the Losers turned down their own path home, until only you, Richie, and Bev were left. Along the bike ride home, Richie couldn’t help but crack a few pickup lines at you, probably the cheesiest yet.

“Good lord Richie do you ever shut up?” Beverly had had it up to here with Richie’s flirtatious remarks.

Not because he was annoying—well, actually yeah, it was… but back to the point—it was because you wouldn’t take a hint. Aside from the rest of your group of friends, Bev was the only one who knew. The only one who knew about Richie’s crush on you that was apparently unnoticeable to the others, and like I said, most of all, to you.

“You’re so oblivious, (Y/N).” was the last thing you heard Bev say, barely above a whisper, as she turned the corner of the block heading towards her apartment building.

Ignoring what she told you, you continued on your way, chatting with Richie over the awkwardest things like they were totally normal to you. Not long after, you reached Richie’s street and dropped him off, then left to your house.

Your parents were home. It didn’t make a difference though, because they didn’t care. It only seemed like they did. Sure, both of them would ask how your day went, and you’d usually respond with only one sentence, then leave. That was one thing that upset you about your childhood, you never really had a true connection with your parents.

Telling them you weren’t hungry, you sighed and headed upstairs. Most of your evening was spent listening to some tapes or doodling in your notebook, more like procrastinating when you were really supposed to be working on your homework.

A sudden wave, the feel of tiredness hit you hard during the blank stares you gave your History book. Bored and too lazy to keep at it, tossed your assignments aside and decided a quick power nap wouldn’t do you any harm. It was only a little past five, after all.

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The sound of faint taps was the cause for your awakening. Lifting your head from your pillow, you glanced at the clock — 6:47 PM. You had been asleep for almost two hours. Getting up, you were disoriented. Until it hit you where the taps were coming from. Opening your window you didn’t even have a chance to look out into the darkness, before a pebble hit you in the face. Trying to see where it came from, you rubbed your eyes.

“I’ve been throwing these at your window for almost ten minutes now… what the fuck, (Y/N)?” your blurry vision finally subsiding, you saw who it was. Beverly.

“Huh?” you asked, confused.

“We’re going to the Quarry. Richie was supposed to pick you up but he said you ‘weren’t home’.” she shouted up.

“Oh… uh, yeah, I’ll be right down.” you responded, shutting your window. Rushing down the stairs, you almost missed the note on your kitchen counter letting you know your parents had gone out to eat. As soon as you stepped outside, you were greeted with an annoyed-looking Beverly, arms crossed.

“Took you long enough.” she said, heading onto the sidewalk.

“Not my fault.” you grumbled, joining her.

“Someone’s upset today. What? Y’spent too long away from your boyfriend?” Beverly laughed at her own joke.

“What are you talking about? I don’t have a boyfr—“

“Oh come on, (Y/N), are you really that fucking blind?” she cut you off.

“Blind of what? I’m very well aware of everything going on!” you continued, only for Bev to shoot you a look. She genuinely looked concerned for you.

“(Y/N)! You know damn well what I’m talking about.” Bev scolded.

“Richie!” she continued. “Richie Tozier’s fucking in love with you! The boy has been for years now! Don’t be stupid and ignorant, woman!”

Flustered, you thought over each and every word she’d just said. Richie, your best friend who you’d known for the longest time—in love with you? No.

Your mind was blank, having not a single idea of an excuse to respond to Beverly’s words.

“Wha—no, y-you can’t be serious. H-he’s not.” was the only thing you could manage to get out of your mouth.

Because, the truth was, you were too much in a state of shock to come to the realization that you were in love with him too.

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CONTINUATION OF MAFIA AU!!!
Poor big, bad, Victor is so easily brought to his knees by this cute cop X3
He tried his best though XD
MORE TO COME!

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Hey, just wanted to make a brief announcement :O
A lot of people have been calling this a Honto Yajuu AU, which, distresses me to a degree.
I know that the role of police officer and mafia boss is the same, but besides those roles the similarities end.
I am not creating this AU to emulate Honto Yajuu, and while I cannot stop people from comparing the two, I would appreciate people calling this a ‘Mafia AU’ please!
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME, SORRY FOR THE RANT ;;

anonymous asked:

Which Austen book/movie do you think had the most sexual tension?

Persuasion, hands down.

Think about it: every other novel depends wholly upon the uncertainty of the heroine being unaware of the hero’s romantic interest for some portion of the novel, with misunderstandings and difficulties largely brought on by the structure of Proper Courtship where it was generally considered inappropriate for either party to display too much obvious inclination until a proposal was actually made. (Marianne’s quick and clear affection for Willoughby makes a lot of people uncomfortable. Fanny Price is commended for her placid response to Henry Crawford’s flirtations. Elizabeth Bennet doesn’t even begin to remotely consider Darcy as a marital prospect until after he’s proposed and been rejected with some of the sickest burns ever committed to the page.)

But Persuasion. Ah, Persuasion. Anne has already previously accepted and then rejected Wentworth before the novel even starts. The whole book already exists at the level of tension we see reached when Lizzy runs into Darcy unexpectedly on her visit to Pemberley. That’s the whole book.

And it gets better.

Anne didn’t reject Wentworth because she couldn’t fuckin’ stand him, the way Elizabeth chewed off Darcy’s ear for being a dillhole to Jane and (she thinks) to Wickham. Anne loved Wentworth, and he loved her. They were devoted to each other. It’s the fact that she broke off the engagement despite this that rankles, for both of them. The attraction was there. It was acknowledged. It was allowed to burn wild and bright for that brief, delicious time before Lady Russell’s doubts and concerns seized hold of Anne and persuaded her to wreck his happiness, and her own. No, they were both fully aware of how much they wanted each other, and they were like “yeah, let’s get married, it’ll be great, I love you so much, oh God you’re so attractive, you’re amazing, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, you’re everything I could ever want.”

It was real and undeniable. They cannot unsay any of it. And then it was over.

[SAD TROMBONE]

And that’s just the backstory.

So despite Wentworth being hella difficult for Anne to read, and her own shattered expectations and self-esteem leading her to believe that of course he’s over her and totally into Louisa Musgrove, why wouldn’t he be, she’s young and cute and so many things Anne is not…we still get to watch Anne burn for this man after eight years apart and know that that’s a fire that’s never going to go out for the rest of her life, if time and distance and hopelessness and even the attentions of other charming young men in Captain Benwick and Mr. Elliott haven’t managed to put out those flames.

And on the re-read we can pick up on every look and cue from Wentworth which we then know to be signs of the fact that he is as helplessly lost to his desire for this person as he was nearly a decade earlier. He wants to believe otherwise and tries to act as if it is–and in a classic case of over-compensation gives rise to hopes and expectations from Louisa Musgrove which then very nearly lock him into an attachment which would surely divide him from Anne forever. And even when he feels himself safe from that, he confronts the possibility of Anne being taken by a rival in Mr. Elliott, and can only watch, rather than give a clear sign of his intent. After all the time that has passed, he is now in the position Anne was in at the beginning of the book, and must painfully struggle to weigh his own doubts against his desires. The no-liking-each-other-too-much-until-you-pop-the-question courtship rules still apply, and an open and happy flirtation at this point is not in their natures as individuals–they’re older than most other heroes and all other heroines. They know the risks. They’ve seen happiness slip away, before, and wonder if it is lost forever. Their emotional stakes are higher. He cannot bear to ask again, face to face.

The misery. The agony. The helpless and resentful eyefucking. That LETTER.

I͚̞̖ ̗̮͈̰̬͇͙c̺̗̮a̗̗̤̜ṉ̯ ̦͔̞̫̟l̯͎͇i̮̱͓̹̭̝͍̥s͓̣̱͎͉̙̻̱̩t͖̠e̼͍̻̣̼n̪̜̮̟̖ ̼̣̼̱̩n̬̳o̩̱̪̟͚̟̲ ̪̺̺l̗̦o͉̝̺̳̤̺̬̻ͅn̗̤̦̥̥͔g̗̰e̜r͎̙̲͚̥̫͇̰ ̜̻͎͈i̘̻̲̫͖̘̫n̩̳̻̮̳̪ ̖̳̳̬̭s̩i̹̩̗̻̘l̹͚e͈̮͖͚͈̫n͔̣̰̯̝̠̤̝c͚͍̙͈̱͉̗͇e̤̭̯̳̹̳.̘̖̫̩̭̻̤͖̱ ̳̞I͓̞̣ ̦̗̼͙͙͎̗͚m͚͙͖̜̜u͈̱̦̩s͓̰͚͎t̼͕̬͈̗̫ ̝͉͕̯̣͈ͅs͖̼͓̤͎͚̮p̲͇̮͓̩e͍̦̹͉͕̠͎̠a̻͎̝̭̜k͉̫̭̣ ̫̣̲̜͙͉̳t̺͚͔̜̗o̫͓̩̝ ̯̻̙̱y͕̳̘̺͎̞o͍̮u̲̭̙̦ ̺̦͎̬̦̣̤

b̩̹͖y̦̝͙̣̮̦̫ ̼̪s̜̜̼͓̝̣͉̺ṵ̼̦̪c͕̝̝h̝̞͈̻̺̩̼̬̩ ͕̺̟͓ͅm͖͈̣̰͍̫̦e̫͕͇̗̳̩̣̠a̬͕̭͕ͅn̖ͅs̲͕͉̙̥͉̠͙ͅ ̤̳̞̖̼̥̰a̗̗̹̰̳̟̙s̭̭͍̦͎͙ͅ ͇̭̰a̱̩͈r͍̦̟̣͚͙̱e̠̟̬̮ ̘w͔̩͈̩̠̮̭̘i̳̻̯͙̦̼t͇̖̹̙̩h͎̣͎̖̩̬̥̪̦i̙n͚̫͈̗̘ ̱̺m̯̜̬͈y̹̟̝̱̼̝̰̘ ̖̞̪̪̦̭r̮̝̙̻̣̯e̳̮̦͚̞̣a̱̞c̠̞̝͎̥̯͚͍ḥ͎̟̯.͎̪̬̟̻̥͉̦͙
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͙̰̬͓̪̹͈ͅY̰̯̟̜͎̼̳͖̱o̘̜̞̣̭̥u̩͎̰̣̤̻͚͙ ̫̲̻̲̜͈p̱̹̯i͎e͈̣̩̠̲̖r̳͉̺c̩͔͉̩̤̥͉̲e͎̗ ̞̠̮̲̝̠̤̜m̯̙̹̖̗̺y̤̺͙̼̮ ̮s͇͔͔̦̮̤o̯͖̥̭͓͍̤ͅu͔̥̩̯̻̖̙̲l̟͎.̤͕ ̰̼̘I̭̝̫ ͚̠̝̜a̮̮̘m̝̖͖̫͙͖̟ ͔̳̯̟̺h̗͖̩̬̟̱͓a̺̳͔̲͈l̙̺̙͓̞f͍̠ ̠̞̘̮̩a̲̝̬̟g̪͖̲͙o̩͚n̩̞̹y̗̖͔̪̮͚̹̻,̖̩̬̗̣͇̺̹ ̥̙͇̜͓̙̠̰͎h͕̮̪͕ạ͙̰̠͓l͚͙͚̤͇̮f͉̰̝͈̳͍̖ ̭̘ḥ̞o̗̲͎̩̜̙p̭e͖̮̼̱ͅ.̻̳ ̙̣͍͍̦̩̼͓̯

T̻̣̖̼͍͉̝e̳̮̯̘̜͖l̪̰l͕͕ ̼͈͉̻̙̗̰̬m̟̬̙̫ͅḙ̬̰̲̦̮̜ ̣̲̘n̺̰̦̟͍͔̫o͙̬͓̗̫̻̻̱t̻̘̰̜̖̦̜͈ ͖͇̜͚̣͍t̳̞̼h̗̹͓̮̖̲̟͕a̫̞̖̣̳̩ͅt͈͚̩ ̝̤̗̲̭̫̭I̪͙͙ͅ ̝̜̭͚̙̞a͉̹͖̫͔̪̮m̯̘͇̪ͅ ̳͍̩t̠͈̻͚̩͇͚o̩̭o̘̦̝̙ ̰̬̠͓̠͚̙̹̹l͚͕͍a̰͎t̖̭̥ẹ͈̝,̩̲͓̖̘͇͎ ̻̲̬̲ț͔͎̹̪͍h̘͔̙̝a͇t̫͎͙͖ ̬̩͇̫̮s͖͉̘̙u͔̹͚c͕̣̝͙͍h͖̤̲̱̟ͅ ̖̺͔̠̰̬p͈̤͔̖̯ṛe͚͙̯̖c̝͔͙͉i̻o̖͙̠u̜̬̦̹̻̫ͅș̝̪̹̝̦̩̼ͅ ̦̥͉̞͉͚̗f͇̪e̝̰̠̝ẹ̹͔͉̟̤l̻͖͔̜͇̝ͅi̟̘͎̦͈̞̱n̲̮̤̤͉͈̬g̱͓͖͕̣̯͚͙s̱ ̩̯̲̪͕̩a̪̠͓͈̩ͅr͓͚e͍͇͖ ̹g̳̖͎͙͉͇͎̯o͓n̘̜͈̫e̲̥̥̞͖̩ͅ ̭̺f͓̺̮͈͚̼̲o̼̝r͖̰̩̞̺̼̮̰̪ ̗̮e̼̬̹̳͕̼̤v̲̝e͙̤͎ṟ̙̘̱.͕̞̥͙̝
̘̭̪͙̙̥̲̗
̰̺̮̗̳̭̹I̺̼͎͕ ̳̖̘͇͚̦̳͉o̞̥̥̞̘̗̗f̜̱̞͔͕̹͙f̟̹̖̺e̲̬͉̥r̲͚̣̘̪͓̫̳̹ ̙͚͍̘͍̘̦m̪̫͔̼̙͔̯͕y͎̖̯͇s̞e̺̣͓̻̗͎̹͇̻l̙̣̮͈f͖̩̫̱̤͙̘ ̝̩̥͖̞̜͉̻͎t͇̳͈̳o̙̜̳͎̣ ͕̤̣y̱̞̦͈̳̥o͚u̦̭̥͔ ͈̹̗̮a̠̺͓͕͖g̤͇̟͍a͚̱͉̯̬͍̘i͚̣̣̻̥n̞͍̜̗̝͓ ̤̠̹̪̳͉̪͓w̼̭̠̭̝i͖̭t͎͕̮̭ẖ̟̱ ͉̩a̗͇̪ͅ ̩̥̺̱̱̦h̺̝͕͓̠e͈̜̮̪a͚̦̦͇͔̗͙̝͈r͖͔̜̠̰̥t̬̥̻̭͕̬ ̦͇̠͎̱͓͎e̥̙̠̥̼̩͎̘͍v̩͙e͎̭̺̫̥n͍͚̙̺̼ ̘̰̱m̗̲̯̞͇o̝͈͓̰͇r̹̤̞̙͕e͙͍̦̦̦ͅ ̱͔͇̩͓y̻̖͚̱̼ͅo̜̯̗u̦̲̦͎̙̬̭r̼̲̗̟̯̟̱͓ ̗͖o̜͍̤̩͓̲̬ͅw͈̳͎̩̪̤͓͍͎n͖͍͈͔̪͖͔ ͇̳͔̫̮͙̭͕

t̤͕h̲̲̩̱a̪͚͚̞͈͈͉ͅṇ̝̪̞̰̦͎ ͍̺̼̳̦̜w̝̹̖h͉̥̟̝e̮̞͇͕̩͉̰̮n̘͓̜͙ ̙ͅy͕̗͇͎͙͉̹̻o̖͈͈ͅu̺̱͈ ̮̥͍͍͓a̝̮̱l̥̩̤̹m͖̻o̻͚̯s͚͎̳̻͙t̟̹ ̱̹̤̝̞ͅb̰͍̺̜ͅr̤̙͍̹̯͎̻o̥͚͇̻k̹e̟͍̪͎͖ ̱̝̭̥̠i̠̝̬̙̲̤t͇͚̺̯̣̮̜͚ͅ,̙̣̭͓̭̮ͅ ̗̰̞̳͕͔e̦̱̹i̺̙̰͕̲͓̜ͅg̖̯͈͇͔̣h̻̻̺̼͉͍͇̞t̠̝̦̮̟͈ ̤̩̦̻̥y͕̼e̺͉͖a̭r͎̜̻̯͖s̺ ̰͔a͚̗̰̞̺̣n͕̳̜̲̰̱̮ͅd̮ ̲̳͉̙̲̙a͖̞͕͍̗ ̝̲͖̖h͈͈̮͉̯̱̪a̺̖̼̘̯̳͕̼̩ḻ͚̩̰̪̻̞͙f̺̫̻̬͓̩͇̜ ̖̮a͎̯̣͍̻̲̺g̞͖̹̭̻͓̻̥ͅo̺̲̯͔̪̹͖̭.̭͓̮̖
̞̞̜̩̮̖
͚͍̮̟D̹̺̺͚͎͈a̱̫͕͕̩̞r̭̟̖̤͍̘e̫̞̞͉̖̮̳̣ ̼̱̜ͅn͙o͇̮̰̫̠̺t͕̱̜͎ ̟͕̩̼̙s̹a͖͉y͓̣ ͕̩̠̗t̟͈͍͚h͕͕͖̣̟a̤̹̯̗̪͕t̮̳͓ ͎̳̰̳̙̹͙ṃ̟͕̟ͅa̪̩n̥̲͇̺̞̖̰̫ ̫̖̯̜̼͖͖̼f̟̮̪̖̞o̯͉̝͚r̺̭̞͕g͕̹̤̖̣̤e͖̦̜̘t̺̮s̳̯̳̻̘̟ͅ ̻̜̻̱͉s͍͙̟͇̜̦̬͍o̬̪͔̟o̖̠̺͙̺̯̘͙n̼̫̥̮̬̜̞͖e̤̹͇͇̼r̬̻̰̻̻̹ͅͅ ͇̠ṭ̪̰͈̪̥͙̫h̫͕̙̞̟͍͖̺a̬̭̼̲n̹͙̮̹͚̘̞ ̜̺̤̪w͇̦͖̦͕ͅo̫̪̦͎̜̭m̜͕̹a͉͚̮̫n̪̥̣͖,̠̣ͅ ̺̺̪̠̮̘̮ͅͅ

t̫̳͎͙͎̩̹͕h̙̬̦̟̣̝̜̹a̟̠̖͍̜t̘̣͉͍̤̦̮ ͔̲̹̤̤̝̮͔̠h͖̲̲̣i̜̲͈ͅs̝̠̪̭̝̭̳ ̪̤͓̗̣̩̺l͔̺̱̼͇͕̩o͖̠͖͖v͓̫̤̲̬̳̳͔e̟̮͖̩̲̯̻ ̹͕h̼͚̠̘̺̖a̯̰s͍̹̠͔̠ͅ ̟͈̞̩̳͉̮ͅa͔̺̹̟̼̲̝̦n̳̖͕ ̣̗͍͎͇e͓͉̦̺ͅa͔̰r̠̺͖̝̗̼̼̘l̻̘͕̤̯̩̟̙i͔͚͙̠͓̥ẹ̯͙̼͙ͅr̲͈͉ ̣ḏ̲̯̟̪͇e̳͓̫̲̻͚a̯t̲̭̬̻̯̥̼̭h̠̘.͍̰ ͚͍

Ị̱̻ ̙̭͇̗̟̠͓̠h̲̳͎a͍̠̤̗̠̰̝v̙̘̖̼͖e̞̻̟̹̣̣̭ ̠̱͍̯͈l̹͇̗̣̙͈͈̩̰o͎̭̝v͈͕e̠̳̗͓͍̺ḓ͍͔̯̖̹̼ ̹̼̳͙̗̘̬n̳͕̰̻̲̰̖͉o̬͉n͚̭ͅe͚̮̯ ̺̺b̥̬̩̼̣͈̻̺͖u̫͖͖̦̪̜̠̱t̲̤͓̩ͅ ̙̮̣̜y͚͎̘̭̤̼̞̞o͔̩̭u̖̩͍̫̤͖.̠̬̞̰͍

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More things Bruce has said to his kids:

Dick:

“You were such a cute kid. What happened?”

“So, if everyone else jumps from the roof, would you jump too? … I know that you jump from the roof every night … It was a rhetorical question!!”

“I love you, but go away”

Jason:

“Do you understand English?! I said no more killing!”

“Language, dammit!”

“You cannot sell your brothers on Craigslist!”

Tim:

“Why did you just put that in your mouth? … I don’t care if it was a dare! Spit it out!”

“I’m not talking to you until you put on pants”

“At what point did you think it was a good idea to test how long you could go without sleep?”

Damian:

“He is your older brother, do not use him for target practice”

“I understand that a dog’s mouth is cleaner than a human’s, but don’t let the dog eat off your fork!”

“Did you give Tim a black eye? … No, the dog was not the one to do it, try again”

Stephanie:

“Why did you put makeup on Dick? Now he won’t stop talking about his cheekbones“

“Stephanie, you don’t even live here, why are you paining the living room?“

“Will you stop trying to hug Damian? He claims that affection makes him breakout in hives“

Cassandra:

“You’re my favorite child“

‘I need you to watch the boys while I’m out … Yes, I know that most of them are grown men, but they seem to get into trouble when left unsupervised“

“I’m glad that I have one sane child“

Tips for new daddies!

Hey! So, I’ve decided to compile a list of things for new daddys/doms. This list is for daddy’s with littles (age regressors). If there is anything you feel I’ve left out, feel free to let me know!

-They’re your little, make them feel like one. She/he is going to want to be in little space, so let them. Help them into it. A simple phrase gets my little into little space, so find out what works best for them.

-Establish rules. Try not to get over 20 rules, cause they can get hard to remember after a while. My little personally has 27, but some of our rules are common sense, so she remembers them easily. Be on the lookout for a rules list next. 

-Be supportive of them. If you’re both new, they may want to experiment with pacis, bottles, sippy cups, diapers, etc. Make sure the both of you talk it out and be there for them. Even if they are experienced in dd/lg and knows what they want, never ignore them. Be there and be supportive. 

-Punish bad behavior. I know, I know. You love them and don’t want to make them sad/upset. But trust me, when they start acting up in public and embarrassing you, you’re gonna wish you had started punishing them. 

-Take care of them. If you’re not in a LDR, this is a little easier. If you live together, tuck them in, or make meals, bathe them (with her permission), read them bedtime stories, and other small things to keep them in good health. If you are in a LDR, you can still read bedtime stories over FaceTime/skype, make sure they’re eating well, make them study, etc. 

-Know their stuffies names.  I cannot stress this enough. It seems like a small task, but it means so much to them that you remember their names. It also means a lot to the stuffies if you know their names (they also are very nice to you if you remember their names and dont put bad idea in your littles head as they often do) 

-Know a few cute nicknames. Underrated, but my little loves cute nicknames. Princess, baby girl, kitten, little one, little girl, etc. 

-Find your ‘daddy voice’. It’s your strict, ‘you better stop it right now’ voice that you use on your little when they’re breaking a rule, or doing something bad. It works wonders. 

-Don’t be afraid to be their daddy in public. I’m not saying to make them call you daddy in front of other people (don’t do that. the people around you didn’t ask for you to expose your kink to them) but if she’s with friends and you hear her curse, you can look at her and raise your eyebrows. She’ll get the point. I tend to tap her on the butt as a warning, but if she does it more than once, ill whisper in her ear something like ‘princesses don’t curse like that. Timeout for you later’. 

-Know their little space triggers. There isn’t much I can say about that, other than to just know what puts her in little space. 

-Have fun! Don’t let the haters drag you down, cause I know there are a ton of them out there. Enjoy your awesome relationship. 

Listen. I just cannot get over how cute it is that Garnet and Pearl were building a sandcastle for crabs. Like, Steven wasn’t even over there, he was at the mailbox, so it wasn’t for his benefit. They’re just supercute dorks. Just adorable thousands-year-old space alien warriors building a tiny castle for a pair of tiny crabs.

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Amy giving some tips about eyeliner for Sonic ;v;

… I’m never gonna live this eyeliner thing down, am I? XD Well no putting an end to it now! Might as well feed the flame.

I imagine that when giving tips, she ends up giving tips for other kinds of make up in case Sonic might be interested in trying other things but he’s only really interested in eyeliner. However, he doesn’t stop her because he knows she’s just trying to help and he appreciates it. <3

I was also thinking about the first time he wanted to try eyeliner and he turns to Amy for help because who the heck else is he gonna ask?

ALTERNATIVELY, consider this: Maybe Sonic is self taught and he’s the one who gave AMY tips on eyeliner/helped her figure it out. ;0

me in my head: oooooh my goD he is so CUTE AND HANDSOME and idk how to cope like i cannot deal with this LOOK AT HIM I WANT TO KISS HIS SHINY NOSE AND HIS LIL CHEEKS AND HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE HE’S SO FUCKING CUTE how can anyone be so SOFT AND HOT AT THE SAME TIME must be an angel must be handcrafted by the gods the boy is just too good to be true pls just rip my heart out it is yours to keep and you know what take my soul too while you’re at it

me in my tags: yoongi. bts. he looks so cute.

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He’s doing his best, tunisia

rainywithachanceofstars  asked:

You drew Megane Eros Yuuri BLEPPING and I cannot figure out whether I feel awed, turned on, or dying from the cute.

all three is good, blepping yuuri is beautiful

Chubby body appreciation post tho???

Soft bodies are so?? GOOD??
Big tummies are good pillows and good kissing surfaces.
Tummies with stretch marks?? GOSH, YES??? It’s like nature itself is putting down a trail of lightning that says “KISS HERE PLEASE”

And chubby/fat arms though? Can we JUST? Thighs and stomachs get a lot of love (and rightfully deserved) but can we talk about ARMS??
That cute arm chub that I just want to be wrapped up in a hug and a snuggle in? SO PRECIOUS?? 
People with such soft, cuddly arms that there’s lil bumps and stretches from cellulite?? CUTE??

And soft necks? Necks with some squish on them? Very extra kissable?? And squishy cheeks GODDD I WANNA SMOOSH YOUR CUTE CHEEKS KISS ALL OVER YOUR FACE!!! And when people have chubby cheeks and lil dimples?? Or when they have high cheekbones so when their cheeks are chubby they’re VERY prominently chubby?? THIS IS GOOD AND FANTASTIC??

And THIGHS. My god. Thick thighs are never praised enough no matter how hard one tries. Big, soft laps are so perfect for laying your head on! And stretch marks on big thighs? Cute lightning patterns to trail your fingers over or gently kiss when you’re already laying in their lap?? YES!!
Cellulite on thighs is also so so good and cute!! Dimples in cheeks are wonderful and so are dimples in thighs and butts?? CUTE!!!

Hips with squish over them?? GAH!! I CANNOT HANDLE!!! Please be more confident with your hips (if you feel comfortable) because when you are you give me LIFE!!!

Back rolls?? CUTE and very fun to trace hands over and hold onto during snuggles!! Looks very cute all the time! 

Chubby/fat bodies in crop tops and short shorts?? YES!!! CUTE!!!

Chubby/fat bodies in sweat pants and a tshirt? EXTRA SOFTNESS TO THE SOFT CUTIE!!!

Chubby/fat bodies in swimsuits?? VERY CUTE?? Swim trunks and soft belly is very very good!!
One pieces that cling tight to your stomach or ride up your thighs are still cute no matter what anyone says!!
Two pieces? GOOD!!! You look so cute! Don’t feel obligated to cover that adorableness if you don’t wanna!! 

Chubby/fat bodies in lingerie?? SO IMPORTANT TO ME!!! When stomach is tucked into cute underwear it is very very adorable and when there’s chub over low rise underwear it’s also very very cute and endearing!! THIGH HIGHS?? UGH, MY HEART. I KNOW THAT THEY PROBABLY ARE FALLING DOWN CONSTANTLY BUT THANK YOU FOR WEARING THEM YOU’RE DOING US ALL AN AMAZING SERVICE.

In conclusion:
Softness is good
I will kiss you all over
Holding you and feeling handfuls of squish is amazing
I love you

This is the last time I write for or about you. This is the last time my pen will bleed thoughts of you onto paper. It’s been six months since the last time we spoke and since then nothing has been easy, every breath, every tear screams of you. My body aches at the thought of you and I cannot take it anymore. You were my brightest light; my shining star and you left me in the darkness that not even I can begin to comprehend. So it is time for me to let go, I have to let go of you, the memories, the laughs and tears we shared together. I am not saying I won’t think of you with every small thing that happens, every cute coffee shop I pass, but I am saying I am no longer going to let it hurt me. I love you, but this, this is my final goodbye.

i really cannot get over how sweet lena and kara are to each other like they give each other gifts as genuine tokens of their appreciation for each other and right away it’s all ducking heads and blushing cheeks and “you didn’t have to do that

… anyways they’re so bashful and cute and smitten and i’m not over it nor will i be ever honestly i am writing this from my grave